Happy Birthday

Dillon's birthday treat lands him on all fours at Mistress Rocky Emerson's door. Clothes hit the floor fast. Her hand cracks first, then the paddle, then the cane across his ass until the skin burns and he moans for more. Rocky steps into the harness, the deep-blue silicone already slick. Dillon wraps his lips around the fat Bad Dragon shaft and works it deep, throat flexing, every wet sound filling the room. When she's had enough of his mouth she flips him, spreads him, and drives the thick toy straight into his ass. The stretch comes hard, then deeper, until his hole is gaping around each thrust. Sweat drips, muscles shake. Rocky pulls out, eyes locked on his. "Rules say no, but it's your birthday," she growls. "Real cock. Our secret." Dillon nods fast, cock twitching. She mounts him raw, rides until they're both shaking, every slap of skin louder than the promise they just broke.